Thursday, September 29, 2011

And I am torn, and I am a mishap
And I am not who you think
This pedestal I'm placed on
Is made of paper cups
Soon to be washed away
By the waves of my insecurity
And I am tattered, my edges are undone
This is unammendable

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Dear Last One on the Left

You still make ugly things beautiful, for each day I know you, I regain a sense of self
No one can replace who you, and I laugh at any fool that would  attempt this
One of a kind cannot scratch the surface of your uniqueness

The diseases of life can effect us all, and of this I am no stranger
But is life not more exquisite when you have survived through the putrid?
Can we not find perfect love in someone that once made us livid?

Acceptance of us, you, I, me and them
Being true to yourself is something I have always envied
For at times I feel like a puppet
These strings cut at my wrist
Yet you live life fully, ups and downs

Through the waves of existence you swim freely
Without restriction, without forgiveness
For you are you at all times
When I only seem to be me when in solitude
or When in your presence

Dearest last one on the left
You're actually first line line

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Monday, September 19, 2011

Diva's Challenge #40 - Pinwheel for Peace

It came out looking like a flower of sorts, but I'm still getting used to this whole Zentangled thing lol

I drew this next one on my lunch break while hanging out in my car..

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Ink isn't cheap!

So for any of you that wish to donate a dollar or two it'd be appreciated.  I hope you like my art, I enjoy doing it, but it ain't cheap! Pens are like $3! LOL Anyhoots, if you know of anyone that likes my work, feel free to send them to my site.. or should I say if you know anyone that might like my work. I'm combabulated, leave me alone!! :)

That is all.

Saturday, September 10, 2011


Take me back to my normal
My way of existing as me
Not this drugged zombie
That fits into society

I bear self destruction
Oh, isn't it a shame
When happy you want to know me
But never asked my name

Do you recognize my eyes
Blood shot with tears?
Or how about these nightmares
All my living fears?

Many masks I have tailored
To suit all their needs
Fanciful perfections
My reality you shall perceive

For Ashley

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Chronic Conditions of The Mind

Tick-tock, I can hear it - getting louder as my eyes glaze.
Tick-tock! So deafening, my heart it has replaced.
Solemn, sweet solitude, its silence I cannot bear.
Chivalry, and such kindness, at this alien I stare.

Inhaled the demons, exhaled what's left of me.
Chased these nightmares into proverbial dreams.
These voices I had buried, or so I thought.
I don't deserve the tormenting, when will it stop.

Tick-tock I can hear it, numbing out my mind.
Numbers melting away, along with the time.
The gnawing I cannot feign, or force away.
In cycles, it keeps happening, worsening each day.

These tonics and potions will fix me once more.
I'm slaved into paying the price, drug whore.
The bleeding quickly ends, and I sit still.
Feeling rushes me, fuck you and your pills.

Mad Hatter and His Mercury